"You were the moon. All this time. And he was always there to make you shine."
"Was he the sun?"
"No, honey, he was the darkness."
She was always sweet and practical. A girl who loved and appreciated. A girl who had her life set for her.
He was anything but. He might as well have the word antipathy tattooed on his forehead.
Of course, opposites attract. But would he be the puzzle piece that completed her, or the fire that consumed her and left nothing but ashes?